Who's Got The Poison? (Finale)

So, this is it. The last part of the story. *insert thank you speech*. Hope you guys enjoyed reading the story as much as I loved writing it.
New, slightly more experimental project next week. Remember: The end of something is the start of something else. Unless, of course, you don't care. :(
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The sound of water droplets steadily falling from the tap and hitting the sink at timed intervals echoed in her mind as she sat slouched against the kitchen island. The darkness surrounded her, intensifying her senses. She could hear the cars driving past on the street outside, busy people returning home to their families; smell the roast she'd slaved over for dinner, each individual seasoning coming alive in her mind; and she could feel a chill in the air, in spite of the fact that every window was shut. She sat there, immobile, taking it all in. Allowing each new blind perception excite every crevice of her brain.

She sat there, in the dark, with her eyes closed and opened her mind. Memories that had been repressed and locked away in the darkness came flooding back. And with those memories, came the accompanying emotions. The pain. The fear. The betrayal. The hunger...... Breathe. She reminded herself. You have to breathe. She inhaled, and let the memories take over.

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She was seated on a rock by the road, surrounded by trees and weeds that hid her from anyone's sight. She'd been standing earlier on, but the backpack she carried, the backpack that contained all she would need, had begun to weigh her down. He went by this route every night. She knew. She had to see him. In order to see him, she had to wait. Wait she would.

The insects in the dark talked to her while she waited. They seemed to be asking, begging her to leave. To just get up and go. She tried to block out the sounds, but the chirping rose to deafening proportions. She couldn't leave. Wouldn't. Not until she got what she came for. She heard footsteps coming up the road. She knew it was him, he'd always gone jogging at this time. She waited for him to get closer. He would have his earphones plugged in, so he wouldn't hear her. He got closer, and she stepped out of the shadows. He had all of five seconds to see her and react. Not enough. She hit him over the head with a plank and knocked him out.

After dragging his unconscious body deep into the surrounding wood area, she bound his now bruised body to a tree with a rope from her bag, gagged him and sat on the floor in front of him, playing with the last tool from her bag. She would wait for him to wake. He stirred and opened his eyes. As she walked up to him and looked into those eyes, the eyes of a man she'd once loved wholeheartedly, rage took over. Her mind clouded over, her vision became blurred, and, for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, she lost control of her body. When her mind cleared, she stood panting in front of Ifeanyi's lifeless body. Slumped against the tree, blood and stab wounds all over.
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The wind outside rattled the windows violently, dragging her back to the present. She heard the crashes of thunder, the kitchen was briefly illuminated as a bolt of lightening flashed across the sky. Temi, who had always been frightened by the sound of thunder, wasn't fazed. She still sat there, not moving. Absorbing. All the impending rain did was distract her momentarily, before forcing her mind to go on another trip. Taking her back to that night....

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The rain drops pelted her as she sat by the wall behind the club, next to the trash cans, playing with her toy. She didn't care that she was getting soaked. Didn't care that she could get very ill from such exposure. She shuddered when she heard the rumbling of the thunder, but she stayed. For some reason, this was the sanctuary she desperately needed right now. She had to fight the urge. Couldn't give in.

The back door of the club opened and a raincoat-clad figure stepped out, dragging two huge dustbin bags along with it. A crack of lightening lit up the sky, and she saw a face. A face she recognised. Deborah. The waitress that was constantly flirting with Kemi. She stared at her. Deborah's lips were moving, but she couldn't hear anything that was being said. Images of Deborah and Kemi together, happy, briefly flashed through her mind, and then blackness.

When she came to, she dragged the mangled body closer to the trash cans and ran.
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She continued to sit there a while longer, more memories flooding her mind. Thunder again. She opened her eyes and stared into the darkness. She could here the soft dripping sounds on either side of her. She sighed. Almost time.

She rose slowly from the floor and walked to the sink. Her toy lay there, still drenched in the warm liquid. It had a way of calling to her. She picked it up and walked slowly back to the kitchen island. The dinner she'd prepared for them was still on the table. It was cold now. Their plates were almost half empty, but hers remained untouched. She walked round to the other side of the island, slowly trailing her toy along the surface.

Lightening lit up the room once more, and she saw the lifeless bodies that sat slumped on the chairs, fresh blood still dripping. She stood between them, thinking about that night. The night she'd watched the two people she loved betray her. The images were all too clear, the sounds unbearable piercing. She'd watched, from a crack in the door, as her boyfriend took what he so desperately needed from her bestfriend, and as her bestfriend, for whom she'd to anything to please, had offered and given so willingly.

She'd bided her time. Pretended it was all okay. That she didn't know. They'd done it again several more times. The bastards. She'd let them go on. Her time was near. Let them keep insulting her intelligence by carrying on like they disliked each other in her presence. And so, she'd prepared this dinner. This wonderful meal, unknown to them, had the liver and ovaries of the Fugu incorporated into it.

They'd eaten, and she'd sat and watched. "Are you okay?" Kemi had asked. "You're not eating." She'd merely laughed in her soul and nodded. And then the poison started to act. Tony and Kemi sat paralysed on their chairs. This what she wanted; for them to be fully conscious, but unable to stop her. She started with Kemi. She'd made him watch as she cut her face, destroying that beauty the men loved so much, and then ended her with several stabs to the heart. For the one she loved, she was more merciful. She didn't want him to suffer as much. She loved him. And she told him so as she held his head back and slashed his neck.

Now, she felt empty. Alone. She needed them. She loved them. She hoisted herself unto the island and laid on it. She'd be with them again. I'm coming.. She raised the knife above her body. Thunder. More lightening. She drove the knife into her stomach. She'd lay there and wait. It wouldn't be long. She needed to tell them how sorry she was. They could work it out. They'd find a way. It wasn't too late. I'm coming.

Who's Got The Poison (Part 4)

I know some of you missed Part 3 last week, and that was partly my fault. You might want to go back a few posts and read it before reading this. Or, you could just click here. Ayyt. Now, Part 4...Please enjoy.
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He stroked the head on his chest gently with one hand, flickering images from the television lighting up the otherwise pitch-black room. Her warm, naked body pressed up against him, awakening his most primitive senses. She had basically turned his body into a bed by placing one half of her body on his - an arm across his midriff, a leg intertwined with one of his, forcing it to have direct contact with that beautiful, warm haven he so desperately craved. There really wasn't any point in denying it anymore. He wanted her. His free hand moved under the duvet that covered them, and roamed freely over her naked body, allowing his mind appreciate the silky texture of her skin. Every crease, every curve his fingers explored excited him more.

His thoughts went back to the night he'd first seen her. That night at the club, when her beautiful bikini-clad body had moved on the pole with flawless fluidity and enchanted him. Tony was no stranger to bars and strip clubs. Far from it. He'd seen, fondled, and , on the rare occasion, had very intimate relations with more than any male's fair share of strippers and pole dancers. But she was different, and he couldn't place his finger on why. She wasn't the best dancer he'd seen, but he felt pulled to her by an inexplicable force. He let out a low laugh. And to think I didn't want to go out that night.

Indeed, Tony had been dragged out by his friends on that particular night. He'd just relocated from Lagos, and his friends were eager to celebrate. He, on the other hand, had just wanted to relax at home with a movie, they were having none of that. And so it came to be that Tony wound up at the club that night, and had his soul captured by the dancer. Images of her tripping flashed through his mind, and goosebumps rose on his skin as he recollected what it had felt like to hold her for the first time. He'd actually been waiting for her to re-emerge from the rest room, and was hoping to somehow get her attention when, fortunately for him, she'd taken a tumble right in front of him. Of course, that hold was nothing compared to the embraces they'd shared these past couple of days, but it her touch had sent sparks shooting through his veins anyway. But he couldn't have his moment with her then. She was stunned, recovering from the adrenaline that he knew had flooded her mind. He'd watched her as she retreated to her booth, and all night.. At the end of the night, he'd gone through great lengths to acquire her number.

He felt her shudder and pulled her closer. He was happy to have her. The month and half they'd spent together had been glorious. Her appetite for life was contagious. They'd seen every new movie that was out, eaten at almost every restaurant, and she'd managed to drag him to the amusement park and convince him to get on several rides with her. Something he did not envision himself ever doing again. But he loved the days they just stayed in and cuddled the most. She was so petite next to him, wrapping her in his arms was too easy. They could just sit or lie holding each other for hours. He remembered when he'd first kissed her. She'd insisted they take things slow, even though she had no problem whatsoever with them stripping down to nothing, and in the instant his lips touched hers, he felt the hesitation. Tasted the fear and uncertainty. He understood.

He inwardly cursed whoever had made her so emotionally reserved. He'd learnt to wait for her to be the one who initiates their make-out sessions, and they had been few and far between. Every kiss was restrained, every touch met with rigidity. She was slowly loosening up though, thank God. But he wanted more. Sometimes, he played with her while she slept, using his fingers just lightly so she wouldn't wake, but he'd never gone further than that. He'd been tempted more than once though. He'd almost given in to the lust on a night when she, probably in a some sort of semi-conscious state, had responded positively to his touch, raising her hips to meet his seeking fingers, and moaning lightly. He'd lost his mind bringing her to climax that night. Watching her reaction had been nothing short of magical for him, and he longed to make her feel that way when she was awake. Even now, his fingers circled the object of his desires.

He paused when she stirred. He wasn't quite sure how she'd react to his actions. She'd probably be pretty upset. Fuck! His thoughts were interrupted by a low sound coming from her direction. "Temi? Are you up?"
Temi simply took the hand that had stirred her awake and guided it back to where it's attention had been only moments ago. "Don't stop." was all she said.
Ans that was more than enough for him. Rolling her unto her back, he let his fingers work; stroking, teasing, and taking the occasional plunge. Her moans growing as she squirmed and twisted on the bed. As the realisation that this was a rare occurrence and would probably never happen again hit him, he decided to take a chance and go as far as he could this one time. His lips found their way to where his fingers worked, and he tasted her for the first time. His mind had just began to bask in the joy of the way she felt against his lips, when he felt her stiffen. On any other day, he would've have stopped and returned to merely cuddling her. But this wasn't any other day. His tongue worked furiously alongside his fingers, lapping up the juices that now flowed freely, stopping at intervals to nibble lightly and suck on the clit.
Temi's moaning grew louder, and her breathing more urgent. Her body had surrendered to this man who'd taken up residence in her soul, and she'd lost all control. All these feelings....she'd only ever felt something close with one other person. She felt the tension building up inside her. Her voice failed her. She could only manage a whisper "Tony..."
He felt her body rise as she exploded in his mouth and around his fingers. And then she went limp, the walls around his tools pulsating as she continued to squirt more liquid gold. He slid his fingers out and rolled unto his back next to here. She was still whimpering. "Come here, baby." He said, bundling her into his arms, and holding her body against his. He held her like that, rocking her until she went back to sleep.

Who's Got The Poison? (Part 3)

Temi raised her hand to shield her still sleep-filled eyes from the glaring light the television was emanating. They'd fallen asleep in the sitting room again. Temi often wondered why they bothered renting a two-bedroom place when they hardly ever used the bedrooms. In fact, they shared one. Kemi had broken up with her boyfriend soon after they'd rented the flat, and was too depressed to be left alone. As a solution, Temi had moved into the room with her, so she wouldn't feel so lonely. Months had passed, and Kemi had moved on, but Temi still stayed.

She glanced down at the floor. It was taking her eyes forever to adjust, but she didn't need perfect vision to be able to make out Kemi's still unconscious, half-naked body beneath her. She reached down and trailed a finger slowly along the exposed flesh. In the time they'd lived together, they had grown accustomed to stripping down in front of each other and walking around the flat in the bare minimum, and Temi had become quite fond of Kemi's body. Well, she really loved seeing her naked, but she didn't look bad in this beautiful black ensemble either. Her fingers lingered just above the top rim of her bra, drawing playful circles on the skin around it.

Her mind wandered back to the events of the previous night, and earlier that morning. It was all a bit fuzzy and images flashed around without a coherent sequence. She remembered all too clearly how she'd almost embarrassed herself and her family name by tripping, and then, clear as day, she saw his face again. his lightly bronzed face with it's chiselled features, and those eyes. Even thinking about them now, she felt like she was swimming in the depth of the blue. She dug deeper and managed to recollect what it had felt like when he caught her. No doubt his arms were strong, she only wished she'd been able to feel them herself. Her thoughts drifted from, but never completely abandoned the stranger. Deborah. she thought. So sad about her death. And for her mangled body to be found next to the trash cans behind the club....

Her chain of thought broke as she felt Kemi stirring - She'd started mumbling incoherently and tossing mildly. Temi knew this meant she was having a nightmare, so she dropped down next to her, and cuddled her from behind. Stroking her hair as if wiping away the bad dream, in an attempt to ease her.

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Kemi could feel the warmth of Temi's body against hers. Or was that just the heat building inside her? The stroking had woken her from a dream she couldn't remember, but was glad to be away from. However, she wasn't quite ready to open her eyes. To leave Temi's nurturing embrace. She'd missed being held like this, especially so close. The heat was fast-building within her and she cursed her alcohol-induced state of lust. She needed to douse the flames that were slowly consuming her on the inside.

She could still feel Temi's hands on her, but they'd moved from stroking her hair. She hadn't even realised when the hand that once played with her had trailed down to the skin just below the rim of her bra. She moaned inwardly when the finger traced an imaginary line down the centre of her torso. Hell, why not? she thought to herself as the finger continued to dance on her skin. I'm horny enough. But how do I play this?

Attempting to open her eyes was almost a wasted effort. They still felt heavy from the night before, and would only open enough to give her a partial view of her surroundings. Slowly rising so that she was in a sitting position as well, she carefully avoided Temi's gaze as she reached down and held the hand that was igniting her, slowly guiding it up to her breasts. She slid one hand behind her and unhooked her bra. Letting it fall to the ground between them, fully exposing her full, firm breasts. Only then did she make eye contact with Temi, inviting her, pleading with her with her eyes. She could see the hesitation in Temi's eyes. They'd only done this once before, on a high-trip, and they hadn't spoken about it ever.

As usual, the stillness, the silence, and the waiting was starting to irk Kemi. She inched closer to Temi so there was barely any space between them, took both her hands, which had fallen limp at her side, placed them on her breasts, leaned in even closer, and then whispered "I need you."

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Temi just sat transfixed, holding Kemi's gaze. She couldn't completely believe what was happening. It all seemed a bit surreal to her. She hadn't forgotten that one night. When Kem, under the delusion that they were both high,i had completely and utterly surrendered herself. She'd enjoyed every touch, every bite, every sound. She'd explored, feeling and tasting to her heart's content. And when Kemi climaxed, she did so mentally as well. The morning after, they'd both pretended nothing happened. They'd just fallen asleep next to each other naked was what they'd said to each other teasingly. Now, months later, here Kemi was. Asking.

Her hands, eager to enjoy every bit as mush as they could, were already working on their own. She took Kemi's nipples between he finger and fondled them, rubbing and pinching lightly, all the while watching her face for any reactions. She pinched one nipple a bit harder, and watched Kemi inhale sharply, and her eyelids close as her face relaxed. She pushed Kemi back gently, until she was back in a lying position, spread her legs so she could kneel between them, and then she leaned in and took one nipple between her teeth, gently nibbling and licking as she rubbed the other one between her fingers.

She could hear Kemi's breathing getting deeper, feel the heat beneath burning to escape. She ran a finger along her sides, marvelling at the curves, traced the outlines of the little underwear she had on, and then slipped the finger inside the garment. Another gasp from Kemi. Temi's finger was welcomed by sticky warmth. She loved the feel of it, longed to taste the wetness, but it wasn't time. Instead, she lifted herself a bit so she was towering over Kemi, whose eyes opened to meet hers, and leaned in for a kiss, but Kemi turned away. Of course. No mouth-to-mouth. So, she focused on the neck instead, kissing and nipping lightly, while her finger was busy below, stroking the walls, and playing with the entrance, but never going deeper.

Kemi's moans were becoming more urgent, and her body was moving more excitedly. She arched her back and raised her hips in an attempt to get Temi to go deeper, but Temi was in control. "Relax love." She whispered into Kemis ear as she nibbled on the lobe. She knew how wild this made Kemi, and the amount of juice pouring out of her further confirmed it. She decided she couldn't torture herself anymore, and trailed kisses down Kemi's body to the pulsing treasure below. She yanked away the piece of clothing that shielded her from her prize, and admired the beauty. Kemi arched once more, beckoning to her....and then the phone rang.